After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

    Aware of Cyril's gaze, Brian casually glanced at the undead in front of him, his grim expression slightly improved.

    The undead at least politely stopped in front of the carriage.

    Brian nodded to Cyril and explained the second key curse - "Dead Contract".

    This spell can help the undead summoned by the wizard contract to be used by you in the future.

    As for what the undead can do, there are many uses.

    The undead are not only good at washing, cooking and cleaning, when the master drives them with higher magic power, they can also complete more difficult tasks.

      People are in awe.

    For a powerful necromancer, a man is an army.

    You never know what a gigantic army stands behind a certain Necromancer.

    Although the dean of Snowberg Wizarding Academy is a famous undead wizard in the wizarding continent, Snowburg Wizarding Academy is not famous for undead magic, but Black Swamp Wizarding Academy every time Many necromancers have been promoted.

    Perhaps it's because the dean of Snowberg Wizarding Academy doesn't teach undead magic.

    Dean Brian, who never starts classes, is now patiently telling the main points of the "Dead Contract" spell.

    His tone is low and gentle, his voice is magnetic and pleasant, and his demeanor is very comfortable.

    Cyril is worthy of being an outstanding S-level wizard apprentice. He quickly understood the point and began to try the undead in front of the contract.

    Unexpectedly, it was a success.

    Cyril looked at Mr. Scott in surprise, and couldn't help but sighed in his heart: He is indeed an outstanding academy chief! The teaching is so in-depth and easy to understand!

    Brian raised his eyebrows slightly and continued:

    "The key to the undead contract is the suppression of a deadly magic power, or a special fit in some respects."

    He looked at the skeleton chef and said lightly, "The reason for your successful contract this time seems more like the latter."

    After the contract was successful, the information about the contracted undead flooded into Cyril's mind like a tide.

    This Mr. Dizete was a pastry chef who was keen to study new recipes!

    Cyril then learned from Mr. Scott that the contracted undead usually stay in the undead world by themselves, and will only appear in front of the master when they are summoned by the wizard.

    If the wizard's own magic power is not enough, I am afraid that it will not be able to maintain enough time for the undead to appear in the wizard continent.

    Cyril sighed when he thought of his current magic value of only "10".

    It seems that if you want to eat the dessert made by Mr. Dizet, at least until his magic power is restored.

    While Cyril was melancholy, the sky suddenly darkened.

    Light and darkness were exchanged in an instant, and the night was diffused and foggy.

    "Dong-dong-dong-".

    The cold midnight clock struck one after another in the night, the sound was dull and treacherous.

    The open and bright square in the white moon is now dark.

    Shadows wriggled like ghosts, and the surroundings seemed to be the lair of some monster.

    Cyril felt an indescribable chill rise from the soles of his feet.

    His heart skipped a beat, clenched the wand in his hand, withdrew his gaze towards the surroundings, and turned to Mr. Scott beside him.

    He wanted to release a "bright spell" for lighting, but he was afraid of disturbing the undead around him who didn't know where they were buried, so he pressed this idea.

    Cyril looked at Mr. Scott silently, hoping that the other party would speak up.

    Brian twitched his lips with a pleasant and nasty smile on his face.

    It was a cruel **** moonlight, but it gave Cyril a very beautiful temperament, making him look like a little rose stained by the blood of the devil.

    "Don't worry. The show will start soon."

    A man's whispered voice sounded in Cyril's ear.

    The voice is slightly hoarse, magnetic and seductive.

    The warm airflow caressed his auricle, and the whole ear seemed to be licked gently by a slippery and dangerous snake letter.

    And as if there were sparks burning in the crackle, the numbness spread from the tip of the red ear in an instant.

    Cyril immediately realized that Mr. Scott was leaning over and speaking into his ear.

    This eccentric, sticky atmosphere is like a fine mesh, gradually tightening silently.

    Cyril even felt that the surrounding air was a little thin.

    Fortunately, in the next instant, the colorful lights lit up one by one.

    The night was suddenly illuminated, and the magnificent fire reflected the scene not far away.

    The rapid and lively music was intertwined and scattered in the air.

    Countless undead skeletons rushed out like a wave of heat.

    They all took off the regular clothes that Cyril had seen in the white moon.

    A skeleton with a white skeleton, the **** moonlight sprinkled on it like a strange blood mist.

    There are also countless skeleton creatures circling low in the sky in groups, and the huge skeleton reflects the dazzling light of neon lights.

    Many undead climbed on the dazzling big float, and the dense skeletons hung on the float, like countless shaking bone strings.

    The most surprising thing is that when the floats slowly passed the street, the surrounding houses collapsed one after another, turning into seemingly irreparable broken bricks.

    Destroy everything that can be destroyed!

    A sense of illogical violence and excitement blows.

    The undead reacted even more excitedly.

    They held their arms high and shook their heads, like the melon eaters who were jumping up and down with relish.

    The collapse of the house gave them more excitement and joy, and some people rushed to dance on the remains of the broken house.

    The whole town was immersed in such a "carnival" atmosphere.

    Cyril opened his eyes wide at the scene in front of him.

    Really large group of demons dancing live!

    Because of the undead contract established with that Mr. Dizet, Cyril was able to accurately distinguish each other in a large group of extremely similar skeleton people.

    It was bouncing happily on top of a large colorful float with grotesque horns and tails.

    Mr. Dizerte's neat and tidy chef's uniform was thrown somewhere.

    If Cyril hadn't been able to link to its soul fire, I couldn't believe that the spirit boy who was singing and dancing happily was the calm and calm pastry chef!

    This is probably the legendary "men are teenagers until they die"...

    Cyril showed a somewhat indescribable expression.

    "Are you hungry?"

    He suddenly heard Mr. Scott ask lazily.

    Cyril was in a trance for a second, detached from the lively atmosphere around him, and nodded hesitantly.

    Brian snapped his fingers slowly and slightly.

    A white and lightweight bone china tray appeared in front of Cyril, and he could see the bone china faintly shining brightly.

    A delicate red velvet puff pastry and a glass of warm milk are on the tray.

    The light cream-scented cake is also adorned with a mellow and lovely little cherry.

    Therefore, Cyril ate the soft cake and watched the carnival of the undead in a very close seat, which was comparable to a VIP seat.

    The carriage they were riding in seemed to automatically separate a peaceful world from the surrounding carnival.

    After some time, the dull midnight bell rang again.

    The bell of "dong-dong-dong-" was like a grim command to announce the end.

    The blood moon disappeared silently, and the white moon hung up in the sky again.

    The surrounding light suddenly lit up.

    And the undead disappeared in that instant.

    Even the colorful lights of the floats seemed to have been erased.

    The surrounding collapsed houses were quickly restored by something invisible.

    In an instant, everything returned to the town that Cyril saw at first.

    The brief revelry was like a blurred dream.

    The bone dragon Zok, who joined the carnival before, is still hovering alone in the sky.

    "It's getting late, we should go back."

    Brian said lightly.

    He took Cyril to the Zok shuttle again and returned to the cemetery.

    Cyril watched Mr. Scott activate another scroll of magic and returned to Snowberg Wizarding Academy.

    However, the landing place was no longer Dean Brian's office, and they went directly back to the dormitory Rose Cottage.

    "Thank you tonight! Good night!"

    Cyril paused before entering the door, and he bid farewell to Mr. Scott obediently.

    Brian nodded slightly, and the moonlight outside the window fell on his handsome face, casting shadows and shadows.

    Then, the man lowered his head and reached out his hand to lightly fiddle with Cyril's soft hair hanging on his forehead.

    "I'll let you know before the next class. Good night."

    Time flies so fast.

    In the blink of an eye, another month has passed.

    Although freshmen apprentice wizards can only learn some of the most basic magic courses for free in their first year, learning is not easy.

    A course that not only shows the magic of the wizarding world, but also fully demonstrates the difficulty of the wizard's path.

    The vast and complex knowledge is like the boundless sea water, which can drown people at any time.

    Cyril didn't even know how many parchments he used to write his post-class paper.

    Mr. Scott still took Cyril to the world of the dead in the second class.

    This time, Cyril saw the mighty army of the undead.

    These tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers obeyed the orders of the big and small generals, and these big and small generals were gods to Mr. Scott.

    In the second class, Cyril successfully contracted several skeleton soldiers and learned to manipulate them to fight.

    After returning from class, Cyril also went to the second floor of the library to borrow books about undead magic, and found some necromancer's notes and notes.

    He looked at these notes, which contained a lot of blood and tears.

    How do you feel that you are not going to the same undead world described by these senior wizards! ?

    The undead seem to be friendly and polite…

    Why is a senior still tearfully writing in the handbook that he was chased by a vicious skeleton dog and ran for more than 2,000 meters? !